Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.